After the longest day of my life, I am currently sitting in a shitty bar on a stool, halfway through my first drink. In my twenty-nine years, I’ve never had a bad day like today, and I just want to forget it ever happened.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong.

First, the job that I had been at for the last nine years fired me. Apparently, the new CEO decided that they needed to trim some fat from the company.

All my hard work and dedication meant nothing to them as they handed me a box to pack my belongings in and my final check.

Not going to lie, it hurt. These people had become like family, and now I’m on my own again like I didn’t matter. Then again, I already knew that feeling all too well.

My parents were never the types to tell me they loved me and hell, I don’t even remember the last time I talked to them. They were always too involved in their own lives to even notice me for the most part.

Even as I’ve gotten older, I still don’t understand why I was never important to them, but then again I don’t care anymore. All I want to do is get drunk and forget about all my problems. Parents and work can suck a dick for all I care.

I motion to the bartender for another drink. By the time he gets it to me, this one in front of me will be gone, and I’ll be ready to drown my sorrows in the new one.

Taking a large drink from the glass, I take a gander at the people in the bar. Sure it’s still early, but I know that there has to be a least one thing that can preoccupy my attention for the rest of the night. At least that’s what I’m hoping for.

I need a distraction. A one-night distraction to keep my head from spinning too much. Right now I would be up for anything. One night with a hot stranger. He could be a serial killer for all I care, he wouldn’t need to even tell me that. Actually, I don’t want to know anything about him, I just want to fuck my anger out. No, I need to fuck my rage out.

As I finish my first drink, the bartender sets the new one down, and I switch glasses with him. He gives me a grin before dumping the ice out of the cup and placing it in the glass tray that he’s been filling up since I sat down at this bar stool.

Either it’s been a slow night already for him, or he’s just the slowest bartender in the history of bartenders.

I continue to watch him move around behind the bar for a while. He walks almost as slow as he puts those damn glasses into the tray.

The longer I sit here, the drunker I get. One drink has now turned into four, and there still isn’t one guy that I would want to take home with me. Hell, I wouldn’t even fuck any of these men in the bathroom stall either.

Instead of finishing my drink, I get up from my barstool and decide that I’m just going to go home to my vibrator where at least I know I’ll go to bed satisfied. I wave the bartender down, and he comes over toward me with a lazy grin on his face.

“Calling it a night already, sweetheart?” His voice is too girly for him and god it’s a turn-off. Even if I had decided he was hot enough to fuck tonight, his voice would have killed the mood so quickly.

“Yeah, there isn’t anything tickling my fancy,” I groan out.

My plans for getting laid have failed miserably already, and he just makes it worst.

As I’m about to grab my jacket and pull it on, a hand goes to my waist. A hard body presses into me from behind, and when I look at the bartender, he has a dirty look on his face.

“Can I get a scotch, neat and whatever the beautiful lady is drinking.”

I turn my head to get a look at the man who’s so close that I can feel his erection pressing into my back.

Oh. My. God.

I stop breathing altogether because the man behind me is breathtakingly good-looking. His dark hair is short but still has enough to grab if we were having sex. Dark blue eyes burn into me, and I can’t help but get lost in them like I’m diving off a cliff into the water below.

A five o’clock shadow covers his square jaw, and I’m tempted to lick him.

Just don’t actually lick him, I tell myself.

He lets me slowly turn around by taking half a step back, and I can still feel every inch of him just like he was touching me. Dark blue eyes scan over my body, and a cocky grin settles on his lips.

“I’ve been watching you all night. You’re way too beautiful to be drinking alone.”

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and I can’t help but smile up at him.

His body towers over mine with is typically hard to do. Most men are shorter than me by a few inches while I’m in heels and this sexy stranger isn’t.

“Well, then I guess we should change that.” I bite my lower lip and look up at him again.

“I have a table in the back. Follow me beautiful.” He grabs our drinks before leading me towards a table in the back corner of the bar.

I didn’t even see him back there while I was doing my scans of the place. It’s just secluded enough that you don’t see anyone over here.

My eyes stay on his ass as I watch him walk and judging by the designer suit he’s going fitting him in just the right way, he’s got some money. His shoes look expensive, and the watch on his wrist has to be some fancy designer.

Coming to his table, he motions for me to take a seat and I do, scooting over enough so that he can sit beside me on the bench seat.

I grab the glass closest to me and take a sip from it, loving the way the liquid burns slightly as it goes down my throat. He watches me, not saying anything yet.

I let my eyes eat up every inch of him and trust me it doesn’t disappoint.

“Do you come here often?” I ask just trying to get some sort of conversation started. The sounds of the bar are the only noise around us, and even though I don’t care what this man does for a living, I need to make some sort of small talk. Silence drives me insane when I’m nervous, and even with all the liquid courage I’ve had, this man makes me nervous.

“Yes.”

His one-word answer has me shivering. His voice is nothing like the sissy sounding bartender and fuck if it doesn’t make me wet.

I really need to get laid. Maybe tall, dark, and tasty in a suit will be the one that I ride until I pass out from exhaustion.

“The expression you’re sporting can only mean one thing.” His sexy voice has me looking into his eyes, just waiting to hear what he’s going to say next.

“And what is that?” I ask coyly.

His hand moves from behind me, resting on the top of the booth to my hip where he pulls me closer to his body. His other large hand moves between my thighs, up my skirt and slowly starts to inch up towards my pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I close my eyes when his fingers come in contact with my lace panties. The tips of his fingers graze against me, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. A look of content on his face.

“You’re wet. Soaked, actually.”

A sound comes from the back of my throat that even I don’t recognize as he starts to rub me through my panties.

“I…” Hell, I’m not even sure what I was going to say. His face starts to get closer to mine, and before I can begin to speak again, his lips are on mine. The taste of scotch invades my mouth when he slips his tongue in. Our tongues slide gently against each other as he continues to run his fingers along my pussy, working me up higher with little effort.

I’m so horny now that my hand starts to move from where it’s been on the bench to his thigh. Just as I slide my hand up his leg, he pushes my panties to the side and sinks a finger into me.

Gasping into his mouth, I dig my fingers into his dress pants. Our kisses get hungrier, and I just want to get out of here and anywhere else. I want to get him alone where I can do just as I had planned, riding him until I can no longer move.

He adds a second finger inside of me, and a moan falls from my lips as his mouth starts to move down my throat. Each kiss and thrust of his fingers have me speeding towards the crest and just when I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out of me and puts them into his mouth.

“You taste good.”

A whimper falls from my lips, and I grip him tighter. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, and he looks down at me with a smug grin.

“You probably feel just as good. I want to feel you wrapped around me.”

As much as I wanted that too, I don’t move from my seat. First, I want to make sure that he is at least packing some heat before I go off with him. He may be hot as hell and ready to fuck me to timbucktoo, but I need to know that he has something to work with.

“Why the rush?” I ask, my lips part and I lean in to run my tongue over his earlobe. My hand starts to move up his thigh, and when he goes to say something, I move my hand to the top of his slacks and shove my hand down his pants.

Gripping his length, I can’t help the surprised expression on my face as I feel his erection. It’s long and thick, just what I need.

A groan falls from him, and I relish in the fact that it’s me giving him pleasure. His hand moves to the back of my neck, and he grips it tightly before whispering in my ear.

“I need to fuck you babe, right fucking now.”

I grin back at him and nod my head. “Yes, please.”

He nudges me out of the booth, and I move willingly, knowing that I am so much closer to getting exactly what I am craving.

Not bothering to wait for Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tasty in a Suit, I head towards the door, walking with a sway to my hips that I didn’t have before. Cold air hits my skin as I walk through the door and just as I’m about to pull my jacket on, hands grab my waist, and I’m pulled back into his body.

My back arches and he grinds his dick into me.

“Your place or mine?” his voice is a husky mixture of lust and need.

“I can’t wait that long,” I whisper as I turn to face him.

His hands move to my ass, and he gives it a squeeze, using his leverage to pin me against his cock. Like a dog in heat, I shamelessly grind back against him causing us both to moan.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

His lips go to my neck, and just as I’m about to beg for him to fuck me right here, he picks me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he starts to walk in the direction of the bar’s tiny parking lot. Closing my eyes, I just feel every inch of pleasure that he is providing for me.

He continues to move, and when we come to a stop, I open my eyes and see that we are standing in front of a fancy BMW. Adjusting me, he grabs what I can only assume are his keys and hits the fob, unlocking the car.

Once the doors are unlocked, he opens the back door and moves to set me inside of the backseat. As my ass hits the soft leather, I walk backward until he follows me inside. One of his knees presses into the seat between my legs as he lowers his body against mine.

Open mouth kisses are laid across my skin, and I can feel my body come alive under his touch. Every inch of me is humming with need, and I want nothing more than for him to pull down his dress pants, take a seat and let me sit on him.

Kiss after kiss has me feeling drunk with lust, and when I can’t take it any longer, I force him up.

“Sit.”

He does as I say, shutting the door behind him as he gets situated in the backseat. His eyes are burning holes into the side of my head as I slide my skirt up my thighs and move towards him.

As I straddle his legs, he moves us over, so I don’t ram my knee into the door frame.

Grinding down on him, I give him a little glimpse of what’s to come. Hands grab my ass, and it doesn’t take long for him to grab ahold of my hair, pulling my head back. His lips trail down my throat before he fingers the neck of my shirt, moving it down so he can put his face into my cleavage.

“Take my dick out,” he groans into my tits as he continues his trail of kisses.

Sitting up slightly, I do as I’m told, undoing his pants and sliding the zipper down. He’s not wearing any underwear, and as soon as I free his once confined cock, I move my panty covered pussy against his length.

“Stop teasing me.” The demand is hot as hell and has me giving him precisely what he wants.

Leaning forward, I slide my panties to the side and grip his dick. Pumping my hand over him a few times, he pulls down my top and frees one of my tits, pulling the nipple into his mouth. My back arches and I sink down on him.

I’m to far gone to care about anything else at this moment.

Sliding up on his cock, I pause, and he holds me right where I am. When I try to move again, he says, “I want to watch these tits of your bounce as you ride me. Take your shirt off.”

I nod, not giving a shit what he might ask me next because all I care about is coming. I want a dirty fuck in the back of his fancy car.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it somewhere as his hands rise up my back to the clasp of my bra. He undoes it quickly, freeing my tits and pushing them together. I sink back down on him and close my eyes.

The pleasure feels fucking amazing. All my senses are going wild in my lust fueled haze, and I continue to ride him hard as he sucks and bites on my nipples.

My nails dig into his chest as I continue my rough pace. Fingers dig into my ass as I come up once more and I can feel my orgasm coming quick. His hips pump into me just as fast as I’m slamming down on him. Just as my orgasm starts, he bites my tit, and I cry out.

“Oh fuck.”

My voice is hoarse as I continue to chant out the same two words over and over again as I finally come. It is glorious. My orgasm goes for what seems like ever when he pulls me up by my ass, and I feel his body go tense, as he slams me back down on him.

We are both panting by the time we both come down from our orgasms. My sweaty forehead is pressed to his shoulder that is still clad in a dress shirt and suit jacket while he runs his hand up and down my naked back.

“Damn, that was good,” he murmurs into my hair.

“So good,” I mumble.

Sitting like this for a few minutes has me running through all the moments of our little tryst, and I decide that I need to go. I still don’t even know this man’s name, and I don’t want to. Leaning back, I run my hand over the seat and center console behind me to find my clothes to put back on.

I need to leave before this gets awkward.

Sliding my clothes back on, I feel him watching me. His dick twitches inside of me, and I mentally smack myself in the back of the head.

We had sex without protection.

No condom in sight and I know that I’m probably going to regret this little event later.

Rising up, I groan as I lose his cock from inside of me. I gather my belongings and slide my panties back into place before kissing him once more. Pushing the car door open, I get out and leave him with his dick out and a confused look on his face.

As I make my way to my car, I think about the feel of his mouth on me and his hard body as I pressed against it. Grinning to myself as I get into my car, I try not to let anything ruin this moment.

Sure we made a bad decision, but it was damn good sex. Actually, sex with that stranger was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.